The barrenness of a mountain village is not the weeping of flowers, but the tired tears of the gardener's heart broken by the wind, and he has to linger in the lonely night, I said, I will leave the three feet where the sweat has been sprinkled

As barren as a mountain village

Not the flowers weeping, but

The gardener tired of tears

The heart that was broken by the fierce wind had no choice

Wandering in the lonely night

I said I was leaving

Sweat has been sprinkled on the land of three feet

But this statement makes you

It's been a long twenty-one years

Remember the splendor, you

My growing heart

You guys, Mo said better treatment

What can be better than a kennel in the mountains

Holding on, pocketing poor pay tickets

Which is enough for a family's livelihood

So toss and turn, in my soul

He poured out great sorrow

Perhaps, only the souls of saints

Will enjoy such a spirit to the highest

After all, I was only a mortal in the countryside

I also think that material things will not be barren

I don't know how many times I heard the dawn —

But sunlight only squeezed out the skyline

Darkness fell from the horizon again

The earth is as barren as a mountain village